Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Russia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Radiopuhelimet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Wings,
The Real Kids,
Nico,
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Green,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barry Ungar,
Graham Central Station,
The Motions,
Moss Icon,
The Standells,
Jeff Mills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Severed Heads,
The Trojans,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mojo Men,
Vainqueur,
The American Breed,
Sex Pistols,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
Desert Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Darondo,
Soft Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brass Construction,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Godley & Creme,
Al Stewart,
The Slackers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Pus,
Organ,
The Mummies,
CMW,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June of 44,
Joey Negro,
ABC,
Donny Hathaway,
Barrington Levy,
the Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Bananas,
the Swans,
Dead Boys,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mo-Dettes,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.